Crystal is a nice young woman. At 35 she's almost the same age as my oldest daughter. I'd met her half a dozen times at events at the school where my wife teaches. I also knew my wife and she talked frequently and I'd unfortunately been the recipient of the Payton Place mess that was her divorce. From what I'd heard her new ex was a class A jerk that wanted to play the field when he was out of town, and when he got caught at it instead of fessing up he tried to turn the tables and blame her for not enough sex, not good enough sex, not being attractive, being too bitchy when he was home and generally trying to make it all about her failings instead of his. Why, you ask, am I telling you all about this? Because it's the Friday night before opening day of deer season and I'm on my way to pick her up instead of being on the way to our cabin with my wife.
Nearly a dozen years ago we had the opportunity to pick up 200 acres of Missouri oak and pine woods at a screaming good price. Since then we've spent hundreds of hours building a little weekender cabin on it as well as cutting ATV trails and clearings for food plots. We've done a pretty good job, in my opinion, of improving it into a nice little deer hunting place.
Normally this would be a trip I shared with my wife, as we've done together for so many years now. This year that all got turned upside down when my wife announced to me over dinner a few weeks ago that she was going to miss the first weekend because she was being sent to the big house ( what we jokingly call the state capitol building) for a series of meetings on the current state of the educational reform program. I guess it was an honor to be asked to do this, but to me it was an inconvenience.
Personally I'd have just gone hunting alone, something I'd done many times over the years. But having just recovered from a small cardiac event, having me in the woods alone all weekend was not something she wanted. So over my protests she arranged for me to take Crystal and give Crystal her first ever deer hunt. She knew how to shoot, or so I was told, but had never had the chance to go deer hunting. Oh yeah. Did I mention that besides this being the first day of deer season, opening day just happens to fall on my birthday? Yeah. Well it does, which also meant that my wife would be gone for that as well.
Well, getting back to the moment... I pulled into Crystal's driveway and unceremoniously honked my horn. Not what I'd usually do, but it was what I'd been instructed to do.
Within a very few moments the front door opened, emitting a rectangular shaft of light framing the young woman, loaded down with a small ton of gear. I resigned myself to start my role as instructor and guide and climbed out to help her carry her stuff to the truck.
To say she was talkative would be like describing Mount Everest as a hill. I don't think she stopped taking or even paused to let me get a word in for the entire hour-long trip out to the cabin. Bouncy, happy, bubbly, these are a few of the terms that would apply to her tonight. Not the sullen, quiet, withdrawn young woman my wife had been describing the last few months. Not that I'm complaining. I'd much rather have her upbeat than despondent, especially sitting for hours together in a little six foot by four foot blind.
We got to the cabin around nine and I set to work opening up. Power, water, and of course heat. It may only be getting down to fifty tonight but at oh dark thirty it's still be nice to climb out of bed to warmth instead of feeling like you were in a tent. By nine thirty I had a nice fire going in the stove and the blowers pushing nice warm air out into the main room. I'd already shown Crystal up to the loft, which would serve as her bedroom, and she was busy rustling around up there getting her gear ready for morning while I turned on the satellite receiver and settled in to watch the end of a good old war movie.
"Okay to use the shower?" she called down from upstairs.
"Sure! Help yourself!" I answered, having already shown her where the only bathroom was. I'd designed the cabin to be efficient with only a wood stove for heat, since we were off grid with only solar and a backup generator for power. To that end the bathroom had two large sliding doors that came together to form one corner of the room, one leading to the bedroom and one leading to the great room, where I was relaxing. With them open it allowed the warm air to travel more easily into the bedroom and bathroom and with them closed gave privacy to both rooms. It was rather ingenious, if I do say so myself.
"Holy shit!" I mumbled to myself as Crystal came down the spiral staircase next to the sofa I was sitting on, wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped around herself that wasn't quite long enough to come down from the top of her breasts even to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Not that it really mattered all that much since when I instinctively looked up at the creak of the staircase I was looking right up under the towel, her shaved pussy completely exposed to my view. I quickly looked down at the tv again in the hopes she didn't see me looking up at her.
She circled her way down the spiral stairs from above and stepped off, walking the short distance from the stairs to the bathroom, the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking from under the towel along with her full round pussy. She turned to face me to slide the door to the great room closed, nearly dropping her soap and shampoo as she tried to hold them, her towel and close the door all at the same time. The towel, pulled slightly as she grabbed for the slipping shampoo bottle, inching down to cover her exposed pussy, but in the process exposing nearly one whole breast before the door slid shut on the view.
For her husband to even imply she wasn't sexy was criminal! From what I'd already seen, she has the pussy of a teenager, even though she's already had two kids, and her tits, each the size of a large grapefruit half, were simply incredible looking. Full, round, obviously firm, somewhat oblong looking areolas with big hard nipples jutting out as if dying to be sucked on.
I shook my head to clear the image and tried to concentrate on the movie as the water started in the shower, making my mind imagine her standing naked just on the other side of the door. It would be so easy for me to just step over there and... DAMN! What was I thinking???? This is my wife's friend! I'm supposed to be teaching her hunting, not lusting after her body! I scolded myself more as I listened to her softly singing to herself in the shower. After a few minutes the singing stopped and all I could hear was water running. I wasn't worried about her running out of hot water since I had an instant heater, but I was surprised at how long it was taking her, glad she'd decided to shower tonight instead of in the morning.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" I heard her moan over the sound of the water. My brain didn't have to work too hard to picture what she was doing now, and it wasn't washing her hair. "Oh god yes. That's it. Right there. Ohhhhhhhh damn!"
I wondered if she realized how well that was transmitting through the thin shower stall walls and out into where I was sitting with one massive hardon in my sweatpants.
Finally the water shut off and I could hear her humming to herself again as she must have been drying off. I was completely lost in my mental fantasy of what she looked like in there, naked, drying her tits and pussy.
Yeah. You're right. I am one horny SOB! That has a lot to do with my still active libido and my wife's general lack of interest. It's not really her fault. When they remove the parts that make those hormones it makes it hard to be interested, which is more my problem than hers. We love each other, but the mismatch over the last few years has caused its share of arguments. We're just still trying to figure out how to make it work out and what things I need to do to "encourage " her to want it more. Once every 4 to 6 weeks sucks! Bedtime now is more about sleeping than being in any way intimate.
"Much better!" she said as the pushed the door open, holding the towel partly in front of her body as she walked toward the stairs, and me, part of the towel covering her breasts, part of the towel being used to still rub her wet hair and part of her towel covering down over the juncture of her legs, leaving nothing to cover her sides or back half. She stepped onto the stairs and started climbing, while I did my best, and failed, to NOT look up at her mostly naked body. I was almost thankful when she stepped off the top of the stairs and out of my view. I quickly stuck my hand down into my sweat pants and boxers to adjust myself before she came back down, my cock as hard as I've ever remembered it being.
"You know? I really appreciate your wife inviting me out here. I think I'm going to have a fantastic time!" she said as she wound down the stairs again, this time in a pair of navy blue micro shorts and a white cutoff shirt that wasn't quite long enough to cover her obviously unrestrained tits, exposing the underside of each creamy round orb to me as she made her way down the stairs. She stepped off the stairs and crossed in front of me, going just far enough to drop down onto the sofa next to me, holding what looked like an empty peanut butter jar.
"Um. Yeah. Should be a fun day tomorrow," I answered awkwardly.
